5:04 is going to come pretty ding dang early in the morning. But that's when I need to be awake, alert, and singing in the season.
It's the Equinox, Babies! I know, it will still be the Equinox even if I don't sing it in, but I want to make sure that Autumn knows how very, very welcome She is. Bring on the crisp, cool air. Bring on the bright blue days. I miss these days in the Midwest when we can actually feel that first bite of cold air. Out with the sauna air, in with the breathable air.
The Autumnal Equinox is also a time to pray for peace. I always feel so helpless in the face of all the war and unrest in the world, but the Equinox is a time to remember that I can be peace. We can be joy.
I remember as a child raking mountains of bright colored leaves in Central Illinois, running and jumping into them. Hiding and popping out to "scare" my cooperative neighbors, Dorothy and Pud as they walked by. I remember the smell and the feel of the leaves and being able to see the strong structure of the naked trees. I remember a green corduroy jacket with plaid flannel lining, and slippery bits and earthy smell of carved bits of pumpkin. Only Autumn joy and, in spite of my attempt to scare my friends, Autumn peace.
It's not quite time here in South Carolina to rake leaves yet. I don't actually plan to rake them anyway. I'll just let them be, no doubt to the dismay of my neighbors who all still believe burning them is a good thing to do. But this Autumn I resolve to not be angry about that. I will lead by peaceful example.
And if any of my neighbors are awake at 5:04 a.m. they may hear me singing Autumn in.
(what the heck, they already know I'm nuts)